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This is the 4th review of the 7th book of Abdurrahim Karakoç that I have read. Among all of them, the one that appeals to my emotions is the one that is the most beautiful, in which it abandons politics and speaks directly to the hearts, and of course, Mihriban, whom we all know, is hidden in this work. :)
He tells the truth to his friend. Karakoç calls out to friends. He says, "Come and mix with these poems, my friend, who embraces everyone who reads them, loves all hearts equally, and whoever has pain, troubles, and sorrows."
These poems are a heartache mixed with a wound. It is a work that makes you feel the love literature to its fullest extent. Longing, sorrow, passion, drama, pain, lost hopes and many more...
A work you should read. At least it's a work that feeds on us. Folk literature still lies somewhere in our hearts, and this nourishes people more deeply. It makes you feel more tired. Which poem says "the flickering flame in the lamp is cold"? And which tradition imposes such a meaning? Sit down and cry for hours. Of course, each period has its own uniqueness. But no matter how and where you look at it, this tradition is truly ours. He calls his friend and tells his friend, what else can our noble poet do? Where else can we find Anatolia, simplicity, earth and cleanliness, such purity and originality within us...
